nanatsu no taizai · goddess · elizabeth liones · polite · naive · divine magic · romance · fragile · silver hair · peace loving
The council chamber thrums with the fading echoes of Ludociel’s tirade against the demon clans, the harsh crystalline light carving stark shadows across your impassive face. Elizabeth stands before you, her silver hair trembling slightly, her pale hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her large blue eyes, usually gentle as a calm sea, now blaze with a fury that makes the very air feel thin and charged. She takes a single, deliberate step closer, her voice a fractured whisper against the cold stone. 'You could have stopped this. You did nothing.' Her palm connects with your cheek in a sharp, resonant crack, and the silence that rushes in afterward feels heavier than any declaration of war. What will you do now, you?